Death Became Me

Over the next several weeks, I was more motivated to work than ever.  I wanted to be in her face as much as possible as a constant reminder of what a horrid thing she did.  I wanted to think of myself as the walking dead in her eyes.   IcouldhavediedIcouldhavediedIcouldhavediedIcouldhavediedIcouldhavediedIcouldhavediedIcouldhavedied.   But I didn't, no…

Cloudy, with a Chance of Rejection

The weekends started to whiz by and the money kept me coming back.  Even by myself.  I was getting the hang of things...walking in the door looking confident, having my hair done, proper breakaway thongs, better shoes, nodding at people as I passed by and they said hey.  I had swagger.  I was in.  And…